It Be A Celebration, Matey!

Avast, ye!

Tis a day like no other, ya lubbers! It be International Talk Like A Pirate Day! Bring out a keg o' ale, whip out the concertina, and belt out yer favorite sea shanty. Or, by the grace of the Sea herself, we'll keel-haul the lot o' ya!!

As for a lusty wench as m'self, today I'll be navigatin' me cubicle, The Fusty Downwind, through a rough sea o' nasty marketing collateral and ruthless project coordinators. They're cutthroat and brutal enough to make Blackbeard hisself cry fer his mommy and his blankie. Armed wit' me mighty Mac and me keen eye fer typography (plus a cup o' tea good enough fer Neptune hisself), I be slaughterin' jobs like Davy Jones' cutlass through a kraken. I mean, if'n Jones had a cutlass. I don't know. Never knew the man personally. Don't ye be judgin' me, ye scurvy dog!!

Then, tonight, I be a-meetin' wit' me mates at the Spanish tavern, El Rodeo, to swill me a draught (o' sweet tea) and brag about me conquests. Afterward, I'll grab me favorite boy (he be me husband, y'know) and I'll be makin' him me favorite port in a storm.

And, you, ye wormy buggerer! How be you celebratin'?